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Sun Wei had lived for so many years since childhood, almost to the point of graduating junior high school, yet he had never touched that object more distant than celestial bodies, never stood so close to that star that seemed both far away and right beside him, and never… stroked that object as smooth as a quark star with such unrestrained pleasure.
He had to admit that the catharsis of being released after long suppression was far more thrilling than watching the opening of “Cang Tian You Jing Shan Zi Kong.”
—Even if it was just touching a quark star.
However, this quark star, formed by tightly bound strange quarks, was full of mystery and the unknown, as if it would collapse into a black hole from which not even light could escape the next second.
But that didn’t matter. What mattered was that he could touch it freely without any restraint.
It was an indescribable pleasure, like a person finally breaking out of the small cage that had trapped them, and then beginning to explore outward without constraints.
And almost uncontrollably, once he started exploring, he wanted to explore more…
Desire within began to expand rapidly in a short time.
It seemed that the more he had suppressed it in the past, the more it expanded now.
Ah, celestial bodies! Ah, the galaxy! Ah, the universe!
Vast and boundless, so fascinating.
Ninth Love gently pushed away the hand that was almost touching inside the quark star, and laughed lightly with no amusement in her eyes.
“Not yet.”
“Uh… sorry.”
Sun Wei, who was seen as extremely sleazy by everyone, immediately restrained his loss of composure. He withdrew his hand and straightened his back like a saint.
“Whether it’s after adulthood or after marriage, I can follow your wishes.”
“Let’s talk about it after adulthood.”
Ninth Love laughed calmly, her tone sounding somewhat perfunctory. However, Sun Wei only thought she was a bit unhappy.
“Sorry… This is the first time I’ve gotten a girl’s permission to touch her thigh.”
“It’s okay, I’m not angry.”
Ninth Love calmly turned her gaze to the window—the sun had just set, the room was dark, and the night-tinged house carried a dizzying intoxication that made one’s heart flutter.
If Sun Wei’s appearance really didn’t meet Ninth Love’s standards, she might have half-heartedly indulged in the about-to-burn passion at this moment.
Unfortunately, the moment she thought of Sun Wei’s sharp face and monkey-like cheeks, her heart instantly cooled down.
—Previously, she had been losing interest in the boyfriend she still hadn’t broken up with, probably because he had gained weight and was no longer as handsome as before.
“I heard you and An Jing are really close?” She changed the topic somewhat stiffly.
“Yeah, she’s my good buddy.”
“I have a friend… He does divination. If you can collect your good buddy’s hair and saliva, he can help divine— to determine if we two can really stay together forever.”
“Huh? If it’s divination for us, why do you need my good brother’s?”
“Using the person closest to you for divination can divine a kind of energy field. Hmm, anyway, it’s that kind of thing.”
Sun Wei actually didn’t really believe in that divination stuff that girls were into, but he felt it necessary to reassure Ninth Love through this method—if the divination worked, then great; if not, he would figure out a way to let her know it was just an unscientific superstition…
“Oh, oh, then can it be A Qiang’s?”
“No, he said it has to— has to be someone close to you…”
Ninth Love struggled to think of how to spin this lie. At that moment, the face of the man named Lu Ye came to her mind, with his confusion and puzzlement, especially when she said An Jing was a guy.
“The girl you’re closest to. If there isn’t one, then the one who looks most like a girl.”
“Can’t it be Yang Lingfei? Oh, he’s probably not that close to me.”
“Hmm, it has to be the one who’s closest and also the most girly.”
“Then it has to be An Jing…”
Sun Wei scratched his head.
“I’ll find a way to get it for you. Hair and saliva… so spit? Hair is easy, but how do I get the spit?”
“Then I don’t know, but I want to try the divination. It’ll make me feel more at ease.”
Ninth Love pressed against Sun Wei in a coquettish manner, the warmth of her body making his brain instantly rush with blood.
“Okay, fine, no problem! I promise I’ll get it for you!”
—
Thus, a prank game was the plan he finally came up with.
Anyway, as long as they played this game, Sun Wei had a way to make An Jing lose. But fortunately, now he didn’t need to think of a way, because ‘he’ had already lost himself.
As for choosing the set he wanted An Jing to use from the pile of prank props meant to conceal his real intention, it was also simple—first, draw cards, then with lightning speed, stick the pre-prepared sticker onto the only small glass bottle. As long as the sticker matched the card’s suit, it was fine.
This required some hand speed and reflexes, but he could use the excuse of “can’t find the prop” to stall for time. Anyway, he was searching through his backpack, and no one would notice the small tricks he did during the search.
As for the hair, he didn’t need to use a specific prank prop—a few days ago, while chatting with An Jing, he pretended to casually pick up two strands that had just fallen onto the table.
“Congratulations, you drew the least prankish prank prop!”
Sun Wei said loudly in a very exaggerated tone.
“Here, take this small glass bottle.”
“What is this? How do you use it?” An Jing shook it doubtfully, took another look by the firelight, and confirmed it was empty.
“It doesn’t look like it has any mechanism.”
“This prank prop requires you to fill the whole bottle with your spit, got it?”
“…Huh?”
“Not every prank prop has to have a special mechanism. The prank itself is about messing with people, right?” Sun Wei explained seriously.
“Making people lose face is the essence of pranks. What, An Jing, you’re not going to be a sore loser, are you?”
“…It’s okay, just feels kinda gross.” An Jing scratched her head. “It won’t gross others out, will it?”
“You can just cover it with your hand.” Zhou Zhao gave her a suggestion.
…
“Xiao Jing, Xiao Jing, let me secretly take a look~”
“…You, what do you want to see?”
“Watch Xiao Jing spit saliva, duh.”
“What’s there to see in that, hey!”
“But I feel, hmm— very excited!”
“Why would you get excited over something like this!”
“Hurry up, hurry up, after you’re done, others have to draw.” The ones who lost were An Jing’s group, meaning Wang Xinru and Zhu Ying would have to draw cards later, but that had to wait until An Jing’s prank round was over.
“Don’t stare at me…”
“This is part of the prank!”
“Tsk… Well, if you get grossed out, don’t blame me…”
—
After An Jing filled the entire glass bottle with saliva, Sun Wei pretended to casually put the bottle away and claimed it would be used as “evidence of being pranked.”
In the following rounds, he relaxed considerably. Zhu Ying drew a strange plastic box. When she opened it, a cockroach jumped out, and even wiggled its legs a bit. In the dim firelight, it looked like a real cockroach.
“Ew!!” Zhu Ying instinctively flung her hand, throwing the prank prop directly into the campfire. Everyone watched helplessly as the plastic toy burst into flames.
“Haha, scared, weren’t you!” An Jing’s face was full of schadenfreude, but in the next second, her features twisted—because a small hand had viciously pinched her thigh.
“Ahya, ow ow ow—!!”
Wang Xinru drew a fake tongue. According to the rules, she had to wear it while playing the next game before she could take it off. So she could only open her mouth, stick out her tongue, and speak indistinctly. This comical appearance was completely different from her usual self, making everyone burst into laughter.
The fun of pranks lies in scaring others or making them embarrassed. As the game went on round after round, everyone was forced to prank themselves at least once with a prank toy. As for An Jing, she was the unluckiest—others had at most two times, but she alone was pranked four times, and the game only had six rounds in total…
“Damn, why is it me again?”
“Your skill sucks.” Sun Wei gloated.
“I drew a jack of spades. What’s the prop?”
“Gum, electric current gum.”
“I think someone else should use this!” Zhu Ying raised her little hand high.
“I’ll electrocute Xiao Jing!”
“Hey hey—!!”
“I think that’s fine.” Zhou Zhao suppressed a laugh.
“Agreed!” Zhang Qiqi looked like she was enjoying the chaos.
“You, you, wait! Can’t electrocute the face!”
“Of course I won’t electrocute your face, hehe… Hmm—got it! Xiao Jing, lift up the back of your shirt a bit!”
“You, what are you doing?”
“Electrocute your lower back, duh.”
“Eek?!”
“Hurry up!”
“Has it started…?”
“Not yet~”
“Wow! Don’t suddenly ambush me!”
“How does it feel?”
“A stab of pain…”
“Is it more fun to electrocute a bit longer?”
“You really are a little devil!”
“This is almost advancing to the level of big demon.” Zhou Zhao couldn’t help laughing twice.
Another round of the game continued. This time, the loser was Zhou Zhao, and what she drew, although not the electric current gum, was a pen that could discharge electricity.
And this time, the one executing the “punishment” was Zhang Qiqi.
An Jing raised both hands in approval.
“This is called instant karma. Serves you right for gloating earlier!”
“Where to electrocute—how about the thigh?”
“Okay, let’s make it quick.” Zhou Zhao was straightforward and directly rolled up her pant leg. Sun Wei next to her couldn’t help but glance a couple of times, but Fang Qiang slapped him on the forehead with a “smack.”
But the facts proved that when it came to devilishness, Zhang Qiqi was one level higher.
She wasn’t like Zhu Ying, who stopped after one zap. This girl grinned mischievously and directly pressed the electric pen onto Zhou Zhao’s thigh. The tingling sensation of electric current, after a brief pause, instantly coursed through Zhou Zhao’s entire body.
“Sss—Damn it—!”
Zhang Qiqi didn’t let go.
“How is it? Isn’t it satisfying?”
“Fuck, let go, let go, let go—!!”
“It’s only been a few seconds, it’s fine.”
“You’re too ruthless.”
“That’s what makes it exciting.”
Zhou Zhao breathed a sigh of relief. She glanced at the spot that had been electrocuted for several seconds—there wasn’t a mark, but the numbing sensation still lingered, making her body tremble involuntarily.
For some reason, it felt a little… pleasant.
As for An Jing beside her, she was so frightened by the look Zhu Ying shot her that she shuddered several times.
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